27th August 1984
Me and Wayne kipped at my place
28th August 1984
Saw Fear No Evil at Angela’s.
6th Oct 2023 – I wish I could remember who Angela was!
Author: shaun tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist and practising poet, amongst other things
Cul-De-Sac – 25th August 1984
Round and round the cul-de-sac
Don’t look forward, don’t look back
The train’s off the track
And the hay’s in the stack
And there’s nothing to lack
Hear the nut crack
On the Union Jack
Wearing a plastic mac
That’s got the knack
It’s the king of the pack
Pinned on by a tack
Tied to a rack
Where the rope is slack
Given a good whack
And I’m back
In the cul-de-sac
Whispers – 23rd August 1984
A whisper behind backs
As the whip cracks
On backs
A whisper so secret now
Will die somewhere somehow
Heinz – 22nd August 1984
If variety is the spice of life
I think I’d rather be dead
Cos the variety of spices in my life
Has gone somewhere else instead
The New Job – 21st August 1984
First day at work after being on the dole
You can’t understand why you’re living in a hole
Where wet walls slip
And fall into the dip
And you climb and climb
Til there’s no more time
A new job
An old job
The same job
*The Week That Was – 20th August 1984
22nd August 1984
DEAD MAN’S KISS
24th August 1984
Me, Elfie, Jez and Wayne kipped in the barn.
25th August 1984
Me, Jez, Jason and Wayne kipped at my place.
Gelespi was murdered.
26th August 1984
Jez and Elfie kipped in Gelespi’s
Frailty – 20th August 1984
Our life is so frail
It smells so stale
We reach for the gun
And take away the fun
Kill animals
Kill people
Frail or stale?
I’ve hit it on the nail
Close Your Eyes – 18th August 1984
Close your eyes and count to three
One, two, three
There, now don’t you feel better
I’ll send the bill with my next letter
There’s the door, pat the secretary’s arse, bye!
Gardens – 17th August 1984
A little flower grows like only a flower grows
It grows in the garden next to the weeds
And they’ll make sure it never succeeds
At its function
Beetroots – 16th August 1984
The blood is boiling in the pan
Til it catches fire
I denounce you a beetroot
And a liar
Your blood stains our carpet of steel
Tell me little beetroot
Is what you feel real?
